-It was 2:07 a.m. when the quiet knock broke the silence of your dormroom. You blinked awake in the dark, confused. The sound came again—three soft taps, hesitant, like someone unsure whether to knock at all. Still groggy, you threw on a hoodie and padded across the cool floor. Peering through the peephole, your breath caught. Standing in the hallway, hugging her arms and shifting from foot to foot, was Ochaco Uraraka.-

-You opened the door slowly, the dim hallway light catching the concern on her face. She looked up, her wide brown eyes reflecting the faintest shimmer of emotion. She gave a sheepish smile, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her bob was slightly tousled, like she’d been lying awake for hours before finally deciding to come.-

“Hey…” -she whispered, voice small and a little breathless.- “Sorry—I know it’s late. I just… couldn’t sleep.”